[ he exhales because yes, he'd known that. he'd known she wouldn't want to go back to sleep if he was awake and dealing with this but he had to give her the choice anyway. it felt wrong to just assume.
he doesn't say anything for the few moments it takes him to wash his hands free of the shaving cream but once he dries them off, he nods. ]
All right. I was just going to sit in the other room or take a walk. I hadn't decided. I just do not think I can get back to sleep right now. Everything is too —
[ he gestures vaguely to his head and sighs. ] I would rather not dream again or think about what I saw.
[ a slow inhale, and daisy nods in return; her hand lifts to take one of his, and once her fingers have threaded snugly between his own, she tugs him out of the bathroom and into the living room down the hall.
she stops in front of the couch, head tipping towards it. ] Sit. [ once he does, she joins him, not quite in his lap but close to it. if he wants to, he could pull her in.
there's a beat of comfortable silence before she pipes up again. ] Next time you have bad dreams, wake me up.
[ she says sit and he does. when she eventually settles next to him, he reaches for her and pulls her closer, against him, on him, he doesn't care. he'd just like her to be closer for the moment. it gives him something to focus on that isn't the dream.
for a few moments, there's just silence but then she speaks and he hums. ] I do not typically have dreams, good or bad.
[ and if he did, he rarely remembered them in the morning. ]
Sleep is more important than dealing with me. [ that is his story and he's sticking to it. ] I wanted you to rest.
[ there's a response that immediately jumps to his mind but he cuts it off fast. that's too much and he knows it. he's not going to say it and shift this evening into something more than it is. he can't.
they'd had a day like that a little while ago and he's been trying to forget what he'd said ever since then. it hasn't been working but he's trying. he hasn't said it again, at least. ]
That applies to me as well, you know. You can ask me for help.
[ time to shift this subject onto her, please and thank you. ]
I know. [ and she does. he doesn't have to tell her that. ] I know.
[ he may not want to sleep, but daisy can't deny the fact that it's comfortable and cozy being piled up in his lap, her legs curled up against her and her head resting on his chest. it's somewhere familiar and warm, and though she doesn't outright pass out on him (a miracle), her eyes do occasionally slip closed. ]
It goes both ways. But I hope you don't have any more bad dreams.
[ it's not difficult to tell she's trying her best to stay awake but she doesn't need to. he's not going to be very talkative and he'd prefer she get her sleep despite his own nighttime difficulties.
honestly, even having her asleep on his lap will probably help settle him so he starts stroking his fingers up and down her back to try and encourage to go back to sleep. he's fine. ]
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he doesn't say anything for the few moments it takes him to wash his hands free of the shaving cream but once he dries them off, he nods. ]
All right. I was just going to sit in the other room or take a walk. I hadn't decided. I just do not think I can get back to sleep right now. Everything is too —
[ he gestures vaguely to his head and sighs. ] I would rather not dream again or think about what I saw.
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she stops in front of the couch, head tipping towards it. ] Sit. [ once he does, she joins him, not quite in his lap but close to it. if he wants to, he could pull her in.
there's a beat of comfortable silence before she pipes up again. ] Next time you have bad dreams, wake me up.
[ if i'm here, she almost says. ]
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for a few moments, there's just silence but then she speaks and he hums. ] I do not typically have dreams, good or bad.
[ and if he did, he rarely remembered them in the morning. ]
Sleep is more important than dealing with me. [ that is his story and he's sticking to it. ] I wanted you to rest.
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[ he's more important, but also, naps are a thing. she's a big fan of post-work naps when their schedules permit. ]
You're not a chore, Illya. If you need me, I want to be there.
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they'd had a day like that a little while ago and he's been trying to forget what he'd said ever since then. it hasn't been working but he's trying. he hasn't said it again, at least. ]
That applies to me as well, you know. You can ask me for help.
[ time to shift this subject onto her, please and thank you. ]
And I will be there.
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[ he may not want to sleep, but daisy can't deny the fact that it's comfortable and cozy being piled up in his lap, her legs curled up against her and her head resting on his chest. it's somewhere familiar and warm, and though she doesn't outright pass out on him (a miracle), her eyes do occasionally slip closed. ]
It goes both ways. But I hope you don't have any more bad dreams.
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[ it's not difficult to tell she's trying her best to stay awake but she doesn't need to. he's not going to be very talkative and he'd prefer she get her sleep despite his own nighttime difficulties.
honestly, even having her asleep on his lap will probably help settle him so he starts stroking his fingers up and down her back to try and encourage to go back to sleep. he's fine. ]
We can talk more in the morning. Go to sleep.